Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.